Me Before You by Jojo Moyes
“You only get one life. It's actually your duty to live it as fully as possible.”
I loved this utterly tragic love story. I could read it over and over again and fall deeply in love with the characters once again. I loved the quirky main character Clark. I adored Will, like I fell in love with him, his moods and what he stood for.
Jojo Moyes does an astounding job of talking about a deeply troubling problem. I cannot describe the guts it must have taken her to write about such a controversial topic.
Clark is a very quirky girl aged 27 years who still lives under her parents roof. She had never seen the world and is very restrained to her surrounding due to money issues. She gets a job as a caregiver to a very rich guy who isn't able to move his legs and has very little movements in his arms. Will is a man who suffers from depression due to his accident that left him quadriplegic. He evidently gave his parents 6 months until he decides to kill himself in a clinic which undergoes those operations.
Clarke aware of this clause sets up to raise Will from this depression and eventually starts falling in love with him. The story turns dark really quickly and I must say that there are some chapters that are fillers. Sometimes I thought there was way too much background. The story is not a 5 star read for me because of this. I would have liked Clarke and Will to have more time as a couple rather than having so much time reading about Clarke and her problems at home.
The story is beautiful and tragic. I thought I was going to cry more but it was extremely good.
“Hey Clark', he said.'Tell me something good'. I stared out of the window at the bright-blue Swiss sky and I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn't have met, and who didn't like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other. And I told him of the adventures they had, the places they had gone, and the things I had seen that I had never expected to. I conjured for him electric skies and iridescent seas and evenings full of laughter and silly jokes. I drew a world for him, a world far from a Swiss industrial estate, a world in which he was still somehow the person he had wanted to be. I drew the world he had created for me, full of wonder and possibility.”